Tuesday 1 st February 2011
I'm in the library,
and log on to haikufeel,
and I notice I can log in where ever I am.
And I am writing this poem, because I don't know what to write.
I stare at my pencil case,
I stare at my book,
I stare at the computer,
but my eyes hurt.
and log on to haikufeel,
and I notice I can log in where ever I am.
And I am writing this poem, because I don't know what to write.
I stare at my pencil case,
I stare at my book,
I stare at the computer,
but my eyes hurt.
Monday 31 st January 2011
You know, weird things happen every day. But you don’t really know it. My name is Anna and my twin brother’s name is Arnau. We are a Catalan family. My brother is a very weird person. Everyday he does something very... weird. Before yesterday my brother was making a noise. “What are you doing?” I asked like always. “A...... surprise....” he answered. So I waited playing along... until I went to sleep. Early yesterday morning, I had heard a strange noise. I was scared. So I got out of my bed. Then I saw that my brother was awake!
“Get up , Arnau ! There is a noise and I-” I screamed
“Ssshhhhh ! You will wake up mum,” Arnau whispered “and I know what the noise is ... It’s the sur-... Don’t !” He had just said “Don’t!” when I fell in the closet. So he dived in to the closet to catch up. We fell down a deep hole..... until we Rose up.
“Get up , Arnau ! There is a noise and I-” I screamed
“Ssshhhhh ! You will wake up mum,” Arnau whispered “and I know what the noise is ... It’s the sur-... Don’t !” He had just said “Don’t!” when I fell in the closet. So he dived in to the closet to catch up. We fell down a deep hole..... until we Rose up.
Sunday 30 th January 2011
My Camera walks,
my clock sings,
my closet smells a pie,
my bin protests,
my pen starts to roll,
my labtop starts to fly,
my album tugs on to my teddy which fights back.
Everything is a disaster.
Then my favorite glass jar drags himself out of the shelf,
and when I try to catch it....
IT WAS ONLY A DREAM!!!!
Sunday 30 th January 2011
Do you want to know more about the Triceratops ?
Their weight ? Their height ?
What they ate ?
When they lived ?
Their weight ? Their height ?
What they ate ?
When they lived ?
Sunday 30 th January 2011

I used to live in Barcelona, in the stinkiest apartment you could get. You could hear all sorts of noises there. It was a really polluted place. I hated it. Why couldn’t they do something about it? In the apartment we used to live we were supposed to recycle. The man who was supposed to do the recycling, was extremely lazy. So he didn’t do it. He just pretended to do it. He was also in charge of the doors and helping people to get in. The thing is, he didn’t. He just sat in a fancy expensive sofa drinking some weird drink with 5 sexy girls around him. Sometimes he isn’t even there. Sometimes he’s in the jacuzzi with 5 different sexy girls. After all that he get’s paid all the same. He gets about 1,000 euros per week. Introduction usually means “present yourself” but I am not going to tell you much because I’m running out of Paper. My name is Cuca and I am ten years old now. I’m a girl and I have long blond hair. I come from spain and catalan is my native language. My favorite colors are pink and green because they are “naturful”. I like mountains and I love hiking as well as exploring. I love animals and I’m vegetarian It’s kind of weird for me to tell you and I hope I’m not hurting anyones feelings, here but I hate selfish people.
And the story I am going to tell you know happened to me about four years ago.
